|
I've engaged in stereotypical youth speeding behaviors 2.5 times:
Once I raced a guy home from an American Legion meeting we were forced to attend. I was in an Oldsmobile sedan and my friend was in a souped up Pontiac muscle car of some sort. The freeway was crowded so to maintain my lead I had to creatively use other cars to block him. We topped 100 miles an hour that night.
Shortly after that I drove almost 80 mph on a long straight but residential street, after dark.
For some reason after those two I just decided I was being really stupid and never did it again.
The half was when I was 24 and driving a rented Pontiac from Portland to Tijuana. Somewhere around 2 a.m. on a long straight stretch somewhere between Redding and Sacramento I got to wondering how fast it could go. Turns out it was governor regulated to 107 miles per hour. Scared the **** out of me when it hit that and the engine went "clunk." But that was on a stretch of interstate with no other car in site. So the only thing I was likely to kill was myself (and the friend sleeping oblivious to it all in the passenger seat).
|